: About Me

I have lived the past five years kept in a room; partially from disease, and partially from a con man that pretended to love me.

As I lay there trapped inside a body that grew sicker by the months, the world he created outside my bedroom wore a facade more devious than anyone would conceive.

Yes, I know things could always be worse; I see it everywhere.
But just because things can be worse, doesn't make it any less painful now.

These memoirs are moments in my life, and poetry is where my mind runs free; what is, versus what if.

And with that, I am surrounded by thousands of pages of words from the years that haunt me,

...and Helium is my vortex.

Catherine Back

My passion is ...

writing, music

I know too much about ...

nothing.

My parents always told me ...

If you don't come in first, then don't come home at all!

My childhood ambition ...

...to come in last.

My favorite memory ...

I'm 6, standing on a sunny atlantic shoreline, when mist from a wave swept over me, like i was something special.

Why I write ...

it make's me feel complete.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

various memoirs/my thoughts take shape/bright eyes,conor oberst

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost

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"Broken and Lost" Because sometimes when the weather is just creeping right, eyes stare without blink inside old mind frights. Sitting silent by your coffin life, as ghosts in your room wonder, will you ever get it right? They let you win at checkers just to keep the room more bright. Time pushes forward as old clock bells chime and clack. A broken calendar that skips to only what I lack. Grandfather clock is looming, I hear his wicked thoughts. Pounding strokes at midnight, how I wish it all would rot. I tell myself it's in my head, the clock comes back to life. Rusty teeth push up the ha...

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